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She turned to the sunlight
nbspnbspnbspnbspAnd shook her yellow head
And whispered to her neighbor
nbspnbspnbspnbspWinter is dead.
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But Piglet is so small that he slips into a pocket where it is very comfortable to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or twentytwo.
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